Strange cycle of repetitions: musical invocation II, months later.

Mood setter switch


In the blink of an eye my smile
is slowly brushed away
by the gentle silent trickling
tears dropping from the grey sky.
It encloses the afternoon,
early (soon to be late).

The drizzling rain, out of place,
falls at the pace of the chords
of an electric guitar;
the same tender timidly happy
monologue
along which I travel
to meet you
(in thoughts)

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